Both men had an unrivalled advantage in this regard, so it was an offbeat but very demanding battle that lasted a long time, and finally ended in a draw a few hours later with the two sides drawing with the help of Acoste.

The air was filled with the smell of yin, and a puddle of white viscous water appeared under the combination of the two ****, which shows how fierce the battle between them is.

Tessa Mull buried her head in Acoste's chest, listening to the sound of the powerful heart beating beneath the strong muscles.

The female succubus doesn't remember the half-elf getting angry at her and beating her, and now she just wants to fully integrate her delicate body into the other person's body.

This is the demon, don't look at them as an ignorant mortal, as if they look down on the creatures of the main plane, but if they meet a really powerful person, they will have a kind of worship for no reason, as long as you use your own skills to convince them, even if they lie down and learn to bark, there is no difficulty.

And especially for demons like succubi, Yacoste not only has strength, but also has a strong capital that is enough to make the female succubus cool into the clouds, plus he has mastered the other party's real name, which is simply an all-round eat-up of Tessa Ry.

Now the female succubus has developed a distorted love for the half-elf sword master, not to mention that her original owner, the red shroud, still doesn't know who abducted her right-hand man, and now even if Acoste returns Tessa to this succubus lord, the female succubus will still escape back by herself......

After learning about the process of the devil's experiment, Yacoste rushed to the lair of the old black dragon Kashgar Krot non-stop, which could be regarded as visiting the old black dragon's injury.

"Huh? Why did you come here? What kind of evil wind is blowing today......"

As soon as he entered the other party's lair, the leisurely old black dragon immediately complained that he did not reveal his true body now, but turned into a middle-aged man with black hair, leisurely lying on the rocking chair and enjoying life.

Now the dragon life of Kashgar Krot is very happy, every day there is at least one company of servants serving it, fan the wind when it is hot, burn the fire when it is cold, and the meal is also provided by the army led by the starry night hunting, and then there is a half-life person to cook deliciously, and finally handed over to the beautiful maid to feed Kashgar Krot one bite at a time, the old black dragon does not know how comfortable it is here, if Ling wants to release the old black dragon now and let it return to the swamp of sorrow to live again, Kashgar Krot is not expected to be willing to ......

"Hehe, why is the injury on your shoulder still not healed."

The half-elf sword saint smiled slightly and ignored the other party's complaints, he went straight to Kashgar Krot's side, and tore the other party's clothes with one hand, and a hideous scar from the opponent's left shoulder to the right crotch immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

"Forehead ......"

The old black dragon had nothing to say all of a sudden, and it couldn't figure out how this could happen, it stands to reason that the dragon's regenerative ability should be one of the best among all creatures on the Faren continent, but he just couldn't heal the scar on his chest, and there was no way to even let Lavis use the healing magic technique.

"There's still the divine power of the God of Killing left in it, no wonder you can't recover it."

The Half-Elf Sword Master smiled and pressed his hand on its wound, closed his eyes for a while and discovered this slightly domineering power.

"But it's okay, I have a way to cure you, but the process may be a little painful, you have to be patient."

"What do you say? The power of the God of Killing, could it be that those guys are the Children of Killing?! ”

The old black dragon didn't care about the second half of the half-elf sword saint's words at all, because its attention was all attracted by the other party's first sentence.

Once again, Kashkrot had never encountered a real Son of Slaughter before, although it had been born during the turmoil set off by the God of Death hundreds of years ago, but because it was just a little black dragon hiding in a swamp cave at that time, it was fortunate that it was not affected by that catastrophe......

Just because you haven't encountered it doesn't mean that Kashgar Krot doesn't understand anything......

The name of the son of killing and the accumulated results of the old black dragon are still clear, that is, when the two sons of killing came to the starry night to make trouble, Kashgar Krot still couldn't recognize each other, otherwise the name of the other party alone might scare this greedy and death-fearing black dragon to the point of urine, and the half-elf sword saint did not doubt this at all......

"That's right, you've killed two Sons of Slaughter, how about it, aren't you very accomplished?"

Acoste reached out and buckled into the old black dragon's scar, and a black mist immediately rose from the old black dragon's arm and flowed down the half-elf's arm into his body.

"Of course, I'm the famous Black Dragon Master! I............ Yes! Yes! ”

One moment ago, the old black dragon was still habitually boasting about himself, but in the next second, the stinky old black dragon instantly let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Don't move!"

Yacoste pressed down the black dragon that wanted to struggle, Kashkrot suddenly felt as if he was suppressed by a multi-armed giant, no matter how much it wanted to struggle, it couldn't get rid of the other party's hands, and the half-elf sword master had already formed a crushing state against the old black dragon in terms of strength!

"How is that possible?"

The violent waves in his heart made the old black dragon forget the piercing pain, it didn't believe that Acoste had the ability to heal itself, but it didn't believe the fact that it was happening to it now.

How the half-elf sword master defeated himself in the first place, making it a legendary-level black dragon and a pet, Kashgar Krot is still vivid.

Fight yourself with the fallen god Moandor first, and when he and the legendary warrior on the other side are both defeated, the group sneaks up and picks up a large wallet.

Even with all these factors combined, Acoste relied on the strength of the team rather than going it alone.

The old black dragon admits that Acoste and his teammates are the top masters among mortals, but in the eyes of the black dragon, their strength still needs to be discounted.

It's just that now, it's only been less than half a year, and this half-elf can actually crush himself in terms of strength attributes?

You must know that you are a black dragon weighing dozens of tons, and the other party's weight is less than a few hundred catties at most, and the difference in size between the two is even more than 108,000 miles......

What really happened during this time?

"Alright."

Yacoste didn't know what Kashgar Krot was thinking, and when he absorbed the last trace of killing power in the other party's body, he found that the other party was still stunned in place...... (To be continued.) )